The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. BoyntonSmith, Horace Herbert
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The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. Boynton
Smith, Horace Herbert
Filibusters
On our way back to the islands from Labuan we sighted the mysterious
yacht whose commander I had attended. Evidently she was looking for
us for she changed her course as soon as she made us out, and sent
a boat alongside with a request that I come aboard, as the captain
was very ill. I found him suffering with surgical fever, as I had
predicted, and in rather a bad way. I dressed his wound and treated
him and stood by for three or four days, visiting him twice a day and
returning immediately to the “Leckwith,” for while my services were
plainly appreciated it seemed that I was not wanted on the strange ship
any longer than was necessary. There was an air of mystery about her
that puzzled and fascinated me. As I entered Deverell’s cabin on my
first visit I thought I heard the rustle of a skirt in the passageway
behind me. Before I could make any inquiry Deverell, as though reading
my mind, requested me to ask him no questions about anything relating
to the ship. On my last visit, when I told him he needed no further
attention, he said, after thanking me, “I am master here and I am not.
No doubt things seem strange to you, and they really are stranger than
you think, but I cannot tell you more now. Fate seems to have thrown us
together, however, and I believe we shall see more of each other and
get better acquainted. I hope so. Good-bye.”
Cruising westward after parting company with the ship of mystery we ran
right into a series of profitable engagements. Four ships had left Hong
Kong together but only one got through. The booty which the pirates
took from the others we captured from them, in two small junks and
three large proas, which we destroyed. We transferred our cargo to the
“Florence,” near South Natuna Island, and stood off to the north while
she headed for Singapore. We were three or four hours away from her
when I had a strange presentiment that I should have stayed with her.
The feeling was so strong that I put the “Leckwith” about, caught up
with her, and went on board, with my traps. Expecting to have a lot of
idle time I took along my torpedo, with which I was still experimenting.
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